Page 95 of Make Her Mine

She turns her head and tips her chin, looking up at me. “Please.”

I can’t resist and I lean down to kiss her. Our lips are hungry on each other and our tongues tangle deliciously. I continue to play with one breast and I slip one finger behind the silk of her panties, but I simply drag it back-and-forth over her smooth, hot skin, and don’t go any lower.

She pulls her mouth away. “Please put your fingers in my pussy.”

I wanted that. Oh, fuck I wanted that. But I actually had no idea the way it would punch me in the gut. Or the way it would make my cock ache.

“Fuck, Harlow.”

“Jefferson—”

But I heard her and I am not going to make her say it again. I’m a gentleman.

I slide my hand into her panties, my middle finger gliding over her clit. I pause for a moment, pressing, then circling on that sweet spot.

Her hands grip me as she lifts her hips. “Jefferson!”

“Yeah, I fucking love hearing my name like that.” I circle a little faster. “This good?” I ask her. “Do you like this?”

“Oh my God, yes,” she says, her voice ragged.

I slip my hand lower, sliding my middle finger into her slick heat. And holy fuck. She’s tight, hot, and so wet. The way her pussy grips my finger makes my cock press painfully against my fly. I want to unzip, rip these panties off of her, and shift her up into my lap right here and now. I want to be buried inside her so badly, I almost can’t form the words.

“This is going to feel so good around my cock,” I tell her, pumping my finger deep, then dragging it out slowly.

She gives a soft whimper and presses up into my hand. I reward her with another finger. That definitely stretches her, and I thrust in and out a few times.

Dammit, I need to spread her out. I want to see her. I need to taste her.

But I really want to make her come like this.

I rub my thumb over her clit, moving my fingers in and out, relishing the tight, sweet fit.

“Oh my God, Jefferson,” she says softly in the sweetest, breathy voice.

“Come for me, let me feel it,” I urge gruffly.

Suddenly a big fat raindrop hits my cheek.

She gasps and I wonder if it’s from also being hit by rain or from my fingers dragging against her inner walls. Perhaps a combination.

I tug on her nipple and thrust faster.

The raindrops pick up speed as well and I hear thunder rumble.

Our friends start gasping and laughing. People move to put out the bonfire and gather up supplies.

Harlow stiffens in my arms, but I say against her ear. “You’re not going anywhere till you give me this orgasm.”

“Oh God,” she gasps, squeezing my leg.

“Better hurry, people are packing up.”

The bonfire has been doused and coolers and lawn chairs are being gathered.

And then I feel her pussy clench.

“That’s my girl,” I coach.

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